The Diamond Coterie

Publisher Marketing: On a certain Saturday in June, year of our Lord 1880, between the hours of sunrise and sunset, the town of W--, in a State which shall be nameless, received two shocks. Small affairs, concerning small people, could never have thrown W-- into such a state of excitement, for she was a large and wealthy town, and understood what was due to herself. She possessed many factories, and sometimes a man came to his death among the ponderous machinery. Not long since one "hand" had stabbed another, fatally; and, still later, a factory girl had committed suicide. These things created a ripple, nothing more. It would ill become a town, boasting its aristocracy and "style," to grow frenzied over the woes of such common people. But W-- possessed a goodly number of wealthy families, and some blue blood. These were worthy of consideration, and upon these calamity had fallen. Let us read an extract or two from the W-- Argus, a newspaper of much enterprise and exceeding veracity: MONSTROUS DIAMOND ROBBERY-BOLD BURGLARY. This day we are startled by the news of a robbery in our midst, the like of which it has never been our fate to chronicle. When the servants at Wardour Place arose this morning, they found confusion reigning in the library, desks forced open, papers strewn about, and furniture disarranged. One of the long windows had been opened by forcing the shutters, and then cutting out a pane of glass, after which the bolts were easily drawn. Miss Wardour was at once aroused, and further examination disclosed the fact that her dressing room had been invaded, and every box, trunk and drawer searched. The beautiful little affair, which has the appearance of a miniature combined desk and bookcase, but which contains a small safe, that Miss Wardour believed burglar proof, had been forced, and the jewels so widely known as the "Wardour diamonds," stolen. Quite a large sum of money, and some papers of value, were also taken. Most of our readers are familiar with the history of the Wardour diamonds, and know that they represented a fortune. The burglary was effected without noise, not a sound disturbing Miss Wardour, or any of her servants, some of whom are light sleepers, and they have not a single clue by which to trace the robbers. Miss Wardour bears the loss with great calmness. Of course every effort will be made to recover the jewels, and capture the thieves. It is rumored that Mr. Jasper Lamotte, in behalf of Miss Wardour, will visit the city at once and set the detectives at work. This was shock number one for the public of W--. Miss Constance Wardour, of Wardour Place, was a lady of distinction. She possessed the oldest name, the bluest blood, the fairest face, and the longest purse, to be found in W--; and, the Argus had said truly, the Wardour diamonds represented a fortune, and not a small one.